View Full Version : Flow It Is

09-15-2008, 01:46 AM
*part of it you'll find in the assassins creed thread and peace to my man bronze feet for helping me bounce these rhymes and make them solidified

Try digging yourself out of the shadows wit just safety scissors
I think you missed the target when you get buried in darkness/
My hardest flows be too easy for novice to progress against
Now when you reach the edge you’ll die from laughter/
I’m way past cha mentally lyrically
You’ll sink worst than any emcee out of Harlem/
Break necks wit beats that snap heads
When I get mad I just shut cha jibs/
Do I need to repeat my rhymes?
In a way that wake up bigots to they dismay
Or are you just too deaf, dumb and blind to understand me/
You can “Burn My Raps after Reading”
Like the latest “Cohn Brothers” flick/
I don’t need retard on my payroll to make me any less parallel
So when you chew on my chemical laced gummy bear
You’ll choke on it wit no signs of hope/
I can build cha up wit “Legos” but cha egos wit be let go
So when you on your “Mars Mission” you’ll feel the plastic “Lego” explosion
When I’m exposing your frailty/
“Mega Block” tick tock the bomb goes “Drop” like Ad Roc
I’m a beast from the depths of the mind where the imagination runs wild/
I break down your monopoly wit psychoanalytical philosophy
Making you weak your hostile attempts to rip are bleak as Nazism/
You can’t take out squirms of meat like slabs of beef
So treat them wit some good ol’ black belt patriotism/
Chaotic sporadic “rhythmatic” making me that much more “Blastmatic”
So when I get kinetic I render you helpless wit constant motion
From the kinetic energy I generate/
Hitting you wit Tibetan kung fu that I learned from the like of Fu Manchu
Breaking you down to gravel leaving scatter all over the ocean like particles/
Before I’m out I’ll leave you wit explosions that’ll leave time corroding
From my doomsday device exposing you wit no heart but darts I expose u wit/
From the way I’m flowing throwing chaotic barrages
Leaving you bruise wit syringes left in you/
So you know when I rhyme it’s an “assassins creed” I breed
Leaving you feeding off the “the bar exam”
I’m presenting without any practice at all/

This is just another
Fragmented style
I’ve dubbed “flow it is”
Now your struck wit it
Hitting you thick
Lighting bolts are sick
Flick up ur lighters and get lite